And for just a moment I had
reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the
complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment
in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at
my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging it's own heels, and myself hurrying
to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of un
created emptiness, the potent and inconcievable radiancies shining in bright
Mind Essence, innumerable lotus lands falling open in the magic mothswarm
of heaven. I could hear the indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my
ear but everywhere and had nothing to do withsounds. I realized I had died
and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because
the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a
magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million
times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. I realized it was only
because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth
and death took place, like the action of wind on a sheet of pure, serene,
mirror like water. I felt sweet swinging bliss like a shot of heroin in the
mainline vein; like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you
shudder, my feet tingled. I thought I was going to die the very next moment.
But I didn't die...